Tag Archives: Music

Glen Campbell – wichita lineman (1968)

‘i need you more than want you
and i want you for all time…’

such a couplet many a songwriter or wordsmith would kill their rich aunts for…although without the late glen campbell’s rich, emotive tones breathing life into Jimmy Webb’s lyrics they would sit there on the page; trapped in a half life and tragically unrealised, the artistic sublime frustratingly out of reach.

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Nadine Shah – Stealing Cars (2015)

out of the blue, i strike again putting fear into the hearts of lazy, procrastinating wannabe’s the globe over…

or something like this…this moody little number from Tyneside songstress Nadine Shah is already two years vintage but insinuates itself into the old brain memory room in quite a magnificent way, subtle hints weaving in and out, colours change from autumn to winter then back again; imperceptible changes in colour mood texture, subtle aftertaste remains.

algiers – the underside of power (2017)

a propulsive intense collision of post punk industrial and Motown – Suicide, Curtis Mayfield, PIL, A.R. Kane – this title track from Atlanta,Georgia quartet Algiers second album – a follow-up their acclaimed 2015 debut Algiers – is an exhilarating call to arms; a super charged dance floor demon that resurrects pop/rocks original insurrectionary spirit; making a mockery of pop celebrity cultures facile narcissistic gestures of political and emotional engagement. a plea and a warning, ‘dystopian soul’ for and by the dispossessed.

Richard Thorncroft aka julian barrett – you can’t handcuff the wind

don johnson – heartbeat

the idea of an actor embarking on a pop/music career no longer confuses, confounds us nor even amuses us with everyone and his grandmother in the performing arts and the media a professed multi-hyphenate of some variation –
singer/producer/actor/chef/writer/consultant/bus driver/trans rights activist/barista/volunteer/yoga instructor/foreign minister….etc

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the rubberbandits – dad’s best friend (2014)

and yer ma!! irish humour what? yes, this phrase was common amongst friends of a certain age in da dublin suburbs of dee 80’s and 90’s; a pithy dumb reductive hilarious offensive economical insult that flows easy as piss in one’s youth.

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The Moomins Theme (1983) – Graeme Miller & Steve Shill

Did I really watch this show as a child? hallucinatory, morbid, melancholy and delightful folk tales for da kidz. I must have been… 6-9 years old? when I was exposed to this strange stop motion animation series inspired by Finnish authors Tove Jansson’s series of Moomins children books, first published in the 1940’s. Continue reading →